Page 143 of The Dating Ban
He shakes his head, sitting up, completely naked, but somehow looking like he belongs exactly here. Like we belong exactly here.
“Give me a bite, then,” he says,reaching for me.
I smirk, pulling the spoon back. “Didn’t you just call meunbelievable?” I mock his tone.
Theo narrows his eyes. “I take it back. Now give me the ice cream.”
I consider this. “Hmm. I could. Or… I could make you work for it.”
His eyes darken instantly. “Oh?”
I grin. “Kiss me first.”
He lets out a low chuckle. “Easiest deal I’ve ever made.”
And then his mouth is on mine again. He kisses me like he’s making a promise.
Like he’s claiming this moment—not just for now, but for always.
His lips are warm, tasting of caramel and something undeniable. His hands slide into my hair, angling my head just right, deepening the kiss until I’m completely lost in it.
I forget about the ice cream.
I forget about everything except the way he’s touching me, the way he’s pressing me back onto the mattress, shifting to cover my body with his. His hands roam, slow and deliberate, exploring every inch of me. There’s no rush this time. No frantic need to close the distance between us.
We know what this is now.
This isn’t just heat.
This is love.
I sigh against his lips, my fingers gliding over his bare skin, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath, the warmth of him beneath my touch.
He exhales a quiet groan as I skim my hands lower, over the taut muscles of his back, pulling him impossibly closer.
“Fuck, Ivy,” he mutters against my skin, his breath warm against my neck.
I smile, threading my fingers through his hair, tilting my head to give him more access as he trails soft, lingering kisses along my throat.
Theo lifts his head, his dark gaze locking onto mine. His thumb brushes against my cheek, tracing the curve of my face with a tenderness that makes my chest ache.
“I love you,” he murmurs again, like he needs to say it, needs to hear it.
I swallow hard, my fingers tightening on his shoulders. “I love you.”
And then there’s no more talking.
He moves with quiet reverence, savouring every touch, every gasp, every sigh. His body fits against mine perfectly, like we were meant for this.
Meant for each other.
I wrap my legs around him, my breath hitching as he presses his cock deeper, his forehead resting against mine.
Neither of us rushes.
We linger, lost in the warmth, in the way we move together so easily. Like this is home.
Like we’ve been waiting for this exact moment all along.
